On the flip side of everything we think we absolutely have pegged lurks an equal amount of the unknown. Understanding is but the sum of our misunderstandings.

“The feel of her hand has never left me. It was different from any other hand I'…”

“Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.”

“Whatever the composition of this new world might be, I surely have no choice bu…”

“Je pense que j’ai soif d’égalité et de justice autant quen’importe qui. Mais je…”